| [Apocalypse Manifesto] | The birth spawn of my soul, if not my loins. It is I who
have transformed this formerly narcissistic child-man into a
tortured, confused, fierce warrior of fire and blood. I crafted
his terrifying razor sharp wings. I molded his spirit, I am
responsible.
He is a thing of beauty. I must admit - and I admire him still. Though he deigned me unfit to possess him. Then again, who could possess this angel of death? Certainly not his friends. They fear him. They try to pretend he is the Warren they grew up with, played with, fought with, but inside, they know he is not. |
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| Archangel is a mirror to the pain and tragedy of all mutants.
The ferocity buried deep inside which cries to lash out. He is a
complex combination of many conflicting desires - each in combat
with the other. A veritable cornucopia of tectonic activity. His body says slay, his soul says save. His heritage says help and his heart says destroy. He represents the inherent mutant state of confusion, and he lashes out in anger at his oppressors, only feeling the pangs of guilt after the harm has been done. How incredibly delicious! It is a state from which he may never recover, for the yin and yang, the dark and light, are as integral a part of his make-up as his very name itself. Archangel, Have mercy on his tortured soul. I laugh in delight at the turmoil I have wrought... |